“Take that to the Five and explain what I told you. Tell them to remember what your people once were. Wake up, Eshonai.” He patted her on the shoulder, then left the room. She stared at that terrible light, and—from the songs—knew it for what it was. The forms of power had been associated with a dark light, a light from the king of gods. She plucked the sphere off the table and went running.
